Kaoooh!
Kaoooooooh!
Kaoooooooooooooh!
Rumbling and roaring
More and more
Here and there
As we awaited another rain
That would give our land a yearly gain
Every heart gripped with fear
To be outdoors, most men would not dear
But Grandma emerged
From her hut
In her palms, a pot of palm oil rested
She sang and danced
As she emptied
The liquid on the parched earth
Praising the god and his mistresses
For the blessings of another rain.
We gazed at her from the doorpost
While she continued singing.
Alas! She returned as though
With ten commandments
From Sango.
Her eyes glittered like embers
And her voice thundered:
No one!
No one!
No one should stand on
The path of the deity of thunder and lightning!
We trembled and backed away.
Because the god was
Within the earshot
As Grandma staggered after us.
*Sango is the deity of thunder and lightning in the Yoruba cosmology